Today I took my freshly washed Clubby to a funeral.
The funeral itself was a bit of a strange experience with Covid restrictions but obviously that’s not why I’m reporting in.
DSG and hill hold is why I’m here.
I’m quick enough to moan about it some days, so today I shall sing its praises for being an excellent pairing when in a slow moving cortège going up a steep hillside at walking pace.
Oh, I also had the first cheese and pickle sandwich I’ve eaten in years and years. I’d forgotten how nice they are.
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Roger that Squiffy old bean, the head up display was a funny old thing when I was piloting the old Messerschmitt 135i. I’d expected it to be like piloting a space ship but actually it wasn’t anything like that. In fact my only lasting memory of it was the speed limit display winking at me more often than the bar maid in the officer’s mess.
First thing I thought when taxiing the Fokker Clubsport dive bomber for the first time was thank blazes I didn’t spend six hundred shillings on the pop up cross hairs.
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Oh, and here’s another thing. I used to moan about the dashboard reflections in the windscreen of the 135i, well the mk8 suffers that just as badly too. I’m sure my mk7’s weren’t afflicted with that.
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My aircon has stayed in Sync mode for four days on the trot with no prompting. Is that a record?
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Watts, you induced more of a groan than my handbrake did on a 45 degree incline.
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